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A Moderate To Severe Case

Sixty-something singing something right out of Sadsongs,
Dreams of lithesome ladies fulfilling emerald dresses,
Going yodel for yodel with any Plant, Tyler, or McCartney,
The neighbors blink away their latest weekend distresses.
Another rocker has met his maker,
And one’s SLAP tear twists merrily away,
Eyes tear and then sight clears—
Time to remember, to forget, and dream it all away.
Longing for a Life when it was simple all in black and white,
But that’s all gone now, and my maker nearing closer in sight.
Suffering from a moderate to severe case of stupid,
Looking for love, I slammed the door in the face of Cupid.
And the sun shades down like suns often do;
While losing the grip for the thought of you;
Where’s that road poorly-traveled to happiness?
Can’t get there from here, I guess.

Painfully Pretty

So I saw painfully pretty
Humble all in Scrabble
Saw painfully pretty
Whip core a green crab apple
Saw painfully pretty
Even give Cupid a start
Saw my painfully pretty
Discard this one’s heart
And I saw my painfully pretty
Ignore me across the dark-red room
Then saw painfully pretty soaring away
Upon her souped-up witches’ broom
If you ever see this scorching painfully pretty
Count your change and remember there is a tomorrow
Because this Crescent City painfully pretty
Will steal you blind and leave you alone in sorrow